Hey Dana Jane

Tag: dreams

  • The Fragile Things We Nurture

    The dream lingered with me long after I woke, its weight pressing against my chest like the tiny, fragile body of the starving puppy I had cradled in my sleep. In the dream, I found it—weak, trembling, on the edge of life—somewhere within the familiar walls of my home. Its ribs jutted out beneath a matted coat, its eyes dull with exhaustion, but even in its desperate state, it had looked at me with trust. I couldn’t ignore it. I couldn’t turn away. So, I scooped it up, wrapping it in warmth, offering it food, water, comfort. Slowly, it revived. Day by day, it grew stronger under my care, its tail beginning to wag, its eyes regaining their light. Love, patience, and tenderness brought it back from the brink.

    When I woke, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the dream meant something more. A quick search for dream analysis suggested that the puppy symbolized something—or someone—in my life that needed care and nurturing. And suddenly, it made sense.

    The night before, I had sat in the sterile, beeping quiet of a hospital room, watching my mother battle against the cruel complications of cancer. I had held her hand, spoken to her in gentle tones, adjusted her blanket when she shivered. She was the one now so fragile, so weak, caught between exhaustion and survival. And I, helpless in so many ways, could only offer my presence, my love, my care.

    Maybe my subconscious was telling me what I already knew deep down: that this season of my life is about giving—of patience, of strength, of love—no matter how heavy it feels. And just like in the dream, all I can do is nurture, tend, and hope that, somehow, it will be enough.

  • The Dreamer’s Curse and Gift

    Being a Pisces is like living with one foot in reality and the other in an endless dream. I feel everything, deeply and completely, often more than I’d like to admit. My heart is a sponge for the world’s emotions, and my imagination paints vibrant pictures of how things should be. It’s beautiful. It’s maddening. It’s my gift—and my curse.

    I’ve been told that my empathy is admirable, that my creativity is inspiring. But here’s the thing no one talks about: feeling everything and dreaming big can leave you crushed under the weight of it all. When reality doesn’t align with the perfect world I’ve imagined, it’s like hitting a wall at full speed. And I hit that wall a lot.

    There are days when I feel like I’m drowning in emotions that aren’t even mine, carrying the burdens of people who don’t even realize I’m doing it. I’ve learned to hide that part of me, smiling through the ache, retreating into the sanctuary of my mind when it becomes too much. My daydreams are my escape hatch, my shield against the harshness of reality.

    But I’ll let you in on a secret: escaping isn’t the answer. No matter how vivid the dream, it doesn’t erase the pain or solve the problems waiting outside of it. If you’re a Pisces—or even if you’re not, but this resonates with you—remember that while it’s okay to dream, you can’t live there.

    Use that sensitivity, that imagination, that dreamy idealism as fuel. Let it inspire you to create change, not just escape. The world needs people like us. People who feel deeply, dream vividly, and love unapologetically.

    So, yes, I’m a Pisces. A dreamer. A feeler. Sometimes a little too much of everything. And sometimes, I get lost in my own head trying to make sense of a world that feels too harsh, too cold. But I always come back, because those dreams of mine? They’re worth chasing.

    If you’re like me, don’t let the world convince you that you’re too much. Your empathy isn’t a weakness; it’s your power. Your imagination isn’t an escape; it’s a vision. And your sensitivity? It’s what makes you human.

    The world needs dreamers like us—because without us, who else will imagine a better future and bring it to life?